Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter nine

I haven't visited the cafe these past few days upon Jungkook's wish, I've actually basically avoided that part of town completely. I've been piddling around the apartment, only leaving my room for necessary reasons such as to use the restroom and to heat up food. Amber and I talked the next morning after Jungkook helped unload the groceries, and I explained to her that I had remembered falling asleep while waiting for my meal and that it was in fact a stupid dream of mine that seemed real. She understood and said that it was probably because of not getting enough sleep the night before. After then she didn't push the conversation anymore and left for work.

Amber has been out every day and night for the past three days, allowing me to be alone and think. I thought about my blog and how I was going to continue it if I were to stay away from Jungkook for a while, I would probably have to put a few filler chapters up that were written by my imagination.

But what mostly ran through my head was what Jungkook and I had talked about in his car. It worried me to a point since I knew about those people, but I kept telling myself that I didn't even know their names or the group name — if they even have one. I just watched them kill a man. . . and then what Jungkook did. So they couldn't do anything to me, even they wanted to torture me to death they couldn't. Plus Jungkook said he could, and would, blackmail them into never speaking about me again; I had nothing to worry about

But there was still that twinge of nerves in the bottom of my belly that sat there, and it was the small fear of stumbling upon something like that again. I would be done for if I did because more than likely Jungkook wouldn't luckily be there to get me out of it. I couldn't even bear to think of what would happen to me; I just knew it wouldn't be pretty.

I stood in front of the mirror as I adjusted my belt, pulling my shirt down over it once I finished. Today I decided it was time to leave my apartment and go out, even if it meant just a walk, because I've been alone with my thoughts for too long and I needed to breathe the fresh air instead of the carbon dioxide I was producing.

I slipped on my pair of converse, lacing them quickly before hopping over to my purse hanging on the doorknob to my closet. With my phone in hand, my keys in the other, I finally left my room and headed out of the apartment, stepping into the bright, warm sunlight that I so desperately needed to feel on my skin.

Inhaling the air, I walked down the flight of stairs and began my simple little expedition. I stopped at a cafe nearby to grab a little snack before heading to the park, knowing once I got there I wouldn't want to leave. . . or have the energy to go anywhere to buy food. I munched on my sandwich as I strolled the streets, admiring a few displays in windows and watching parents with their children.

Teenagers were waking down the sidewalk with their friends, some looking down at their phones while they were flapping their gums to one another. The only community park in our town was down the road from the cafe Jungkook worked in; it was inconvenient but I wasn't actually stopping in there, so therefore I was still avoiding him.

Upon entering the park, I noticed a few roller skaters and a couple bikers. Some kids were playing on the playground while their parents sat on a bench chatting about different schools in the area. I sat down on a vacant bench and finished off my sandwich, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I stuffed the wrapper in my purse. Unlocking it, I immediately went to the safari app and typed in the website my blog was on; I needed to see how it was doing since I hadn't posted in almost a week. People were still commenting, some wondering what he does other than work at a small cafe, others stating that how he took down four guys was hot, even a few said they wanted a mystery boy.

I snorted a bit as I continued to scroll while sipping on my coffee, eyeing a few bizarre comments that were left. A bit extreme, but I guess people have their quirks. I sat on the beach for a while, watching people pass and trying to write a small filler to appease the mob of hormonal teens who couldn't get enough of the asshole. They somehow found him desirable which kind of concerned me to a certain point, but to them this was fiction, so they didn't really know that he was alive and breathing.